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I want to tell you That I broke my hand Punching my dorm walls Repeatedly in your absence. But truth be told, I’m still writing dumb prose. I’d like to give you A piece of my mind. I don’t need it, it’s just The anvil of my heart. But truth be told, I’m still writing weak prose. I’ve got to leave you Hanging like the solitary Pay phone at the pier, Beeping like a flat pulse. But truth be told, I’m still writing **** prose. I must part from you Yet my prior words Are tied to my ankles, There is never distance. But truth be told, I’m still writing lame prose. I need to say to you How special you are With what little control I’ve left of my body. But truth be told, I’m still writing this prose. -Juan Carlos Gomez
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
Truth Be Told
I want to tell you That I broke my hand Punching my dorm walls Repeatedly in your absence. But truth be told, I’m still writing dumb prose. I’d like to give you A piece of my mind. I don’t need it, it’s just The anvil of my heart. But truth be told, I’m still writing weak prose. I’ve got to leave you Hanging like the solitary Pay phone at the pier, Beeping like a flat pulse. But truth be told, I’m still writing **** prose. I must part from you Yet my prior words Are tied to my ankles, There is never distance. But truth be told, I’m still writing lame prose. I need to say to you How special you are With what little control I’ve left of my body. But truth be told, I’m still writing this prose. -Juan Carlos Gomez
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Mexican
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
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